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The loud sound of fireworks exploding wakes you up from the sleepiness that has been assaulting you for all this day. Shaking your head to dispel any traces of doze remaining, you look above to see the dark night sky tinted with bright flares of all kinds of colors and shapes. It was such a beautiful display that you can’t help but stare at it like a kid for a few seconds, with your mouth slightly opened in amusement. It does not matter how grown up are you, fireworks have the charm to make you forget about your daily life, even if it’s just for a few minutes.

From the top of the long stairs you’re standing on, you look down to the place where all the bustle and hustle of people is coming from. The booths and stands were distributed in a perfect square on the small prairie down your privileged position, transited by lots of parents and children sporting the traditional kimono of this festivity. Along with the light lamps, paper comets, and the occasional sparkler, they made for a rather colorful and bright scenery worthy of a portrait, and only rivaled by the pyrotechnics on the sky above. You take a deep sigh of both endorsement and pride for a job well done. After all, you helped a lot in setting up those booths, planning the fireworks and, in short, ensuring that this year’s Shichi-Go-San* was perfect. You could even say that all the hard work you’ve done was for this very moment, as you admire this stunning and pleasant sight.

A pat on your shoulder suddenly calls your attention.

“I should have guessed you’d be here,” says a male voice you know very well. “You should go down there and have some fun instead of looking at it from afar like an elder woman. You deserve it.”

You turn your head left to face your speaker and see a tall and muscular man with short black hair topped with a tall blue hat, dressed in a white and blue robes that resembled the attire of a feudal souhei*. He is showing a humble smile at you that contrasted with the worried look on his dark red eyes.

“It’s you, Gyoku,” you salute. €
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[X]Search for Reimu. It’s a special day for her, and I should spend some time with her.

“Look, this is a special day for you and little Reimu, and you deserve a day off with your daughter.”

You recall Gyoku’s words and decide to follow his advice. Taking a small breath, you walk towards the crowd and begin to push your way through, while searching for your daughter’s small and slender figure dressed in red. The last time you saw her was just at the end of the ceremony, and she said something about buying chitose ame* to her new friend. That was some time ago, but at least it was a small lead to her.
As you roam through all the chitose ame stands and the people, an inkling of worry squeezes your chest. You have the certainty that youkai won’t attack the festival stands, thanks to a large chain of pacts made with them that forbid them from attacking humans on the villages. But those rules don’t apply on other humans. You taught Reimu not to wander outside the village at night, but what if another person decides to bully her and chase her off the festival recint? It was highly unlikely, since villagers have developed a sense of attachment with their neighbors, but it the possibility was there. And if that happened, youkai would mercilessly prey upon her…

You shake your head to dispel those dark thoughts of your mind and continue your search with more effort than before. As you trot to the third stand, you bump into a young-looking man who wore a long red decorative horn, maybe as a part of an oni disguise. In a split second you move aside to avoid getting your eye torn out in accident.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” you say to him.

However, he doesn’t seem to have heard you, probably due to the loud shouting that filled the place. He disappeared among the crowd, leaving you jilted with a complaint in your mouth. “He might be in a hurry a
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[X] "Gyoku wanted you to meet him at the gate.” Although he said I didn’t have to worry…

More then half the time, you used Shen instead of Shin.

Cripes, good call! A huge slip up from my part. Well, at least it doesn't distract too much from the story -I hope- since you knew I was referring to Shin. I'll try to be more careful on the next update.

I wonder why do I keep unconsciously calling Shin "Shen"...

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Novaya Braslavika precinct, Gensokyo-
Two members of the controversial punk band "Kitten Protest", identified as Mystia Lorelayeva and Kyouko Kasodanskaya, were placed under arrest by State Police after an unauthorized concert at the Myouren Temple. No further details have yet been released.
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> Examine MYSTIA
>'EXAMINE' Mystia
>examine surrounding cells

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Good day, dear reader. I am Zurocha. I am new here with no experience whatsoever on these kinds of stories and you might ask, “Why try a CYOA?”

Well, I just want to try new things. This fic might be long, and (hopefully) regardless of whatever votes you choose, the story will have at least one lemon. I’ll give a heads-up when that happens.

Any votes that end in a bad end will result in the story going back to where the decisive vote was chosen. I will keep on doing such until we reach at least one good end. I might continue after that so that everyone can experience the other good ends that may be possible, but whether I do so is up to my whims.

Also, I will give a one-week window for votes (I can’t manage a smaller window considering that I can only go online weekends). If there are no votes until then, then I will decide which action will be chosen myself (though that might be unlikely). I’ll only cash in my own vote when, after the window, the vote somehow ends up in a draw (2 votes for this versus 2 votes for that; very unlikely), when I’ll vote at random between the two.

I’m also a bit of a slow updater because I have very little time available to me (Weekends and Wednesdays) and because I have another fic going on, so please be patient. Another reason is that I’m writing this all by myself, which means I have to manually check for inconsistencies. I envy those with beta-readers, you know? Oh, and yeah, this chapter got through three or four beta-reads before I posted this (most of it done by my friends at the LetsDanmaku community), but I am not so sure about the succeeding chapters/updates.

Oh, and my OC(s) and the items associated with them will be having non-Japanese non-western names. I will translate for you, Bakunawa, Mawala and Gahinpilak. Bakunawa is, in Philippine mythology, a dragon that eats the moon during eclipses. Mawala means “to disappear” or “to fade” while Gahinpilak (Gahimpilak) is a compound word that means “Hard Silver” …or maybe it was “Hard Gold?” I forgot, and oh, as for what a Karis is, you can do some rese
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>Has actual e-mail in the e-mail field
>Story doesn't so far doesn't do much for the overall point
>names seem akin to someone headbutting a keyboard.

Well good thing there's the hide button and for you that /blue/'s lax.
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OCs? Well, the only ones are the MC, his buddy, and the ghost of his girlfriend, which will be absent most of the time.

> 34879


Don't worry about the plot, since there IS plot. It's way too early for anyone to judge that, anon.
As for the names, well, I guess the language struck ye as strange. Would it be strange if the MC were an Indonesian with a Russian name? I think so.

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Chillax, bro. The forest of magic is a wonderful, peaceful place... not!
Wise choice.
Votes closed, folks, and I am dismayed to see that there is only one vote, but hey! Even if there is only one who did vote, and even when it ain't no ferkin' mob votin' for me, I will write to the fullest for that one person.

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They were all unconscious. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark to everything that had led to this point. I released my finger from the trigger. And then it was over. To make any kind of sense of it, I need to go back two weeks. Back to the day the pain started.

Well, I said two weeks ago, but if you want to hear the whole story, I'll have to go back two hundreds years, but since we don't have that much time, I'll be as short as I can, and I'll stick to the important parts.
Back in the days, when I was in Gensokyo, I was the unofficial leader of the Human Village. Unofficial, because I constantly insisted on the fact that I wasn't taking decision, just offering advices. I hate taking decisions, and it just happened that I was respected enough to be obeyed, no matter what I said, so I thought “okay, I'll just do my best to help them”.

You're saying I'm not giving enough details? I'm sorry, I'm not used to talk. Usually, I don't take decisions, I just follow the orders I receive. Go here, do that, come back, that kind of thing. That's why I wasn't confident in my ability to lead the village.
Hell, I'm calling it village. It's more accurate to call it a town. A small town, sure, but still a town. When you say “village”, you think “that forgotten shithole populated by 50 inbred morons”. In that case, it was a bit different. Sure, at first, most people were a bit too close, genetically speaking, but we were constantly joined by new outsiders, so calling it a village is inaccurate.
The proper name should be “Gensokyo, the Human Haven”. Because that's what it is. But you remember it, right? The calamity, and the youkai apocalypse? You don't remember? Ha right, you were dead the whole time. My bad.

I was here, and I saw everything. Well, not everything. I'm not the Queen in Purple, I cannot be everywhere, but I still saw many things I cannot forget. I guess that's why I softened. It's easy to kill someone when it's just a name, but when it's a face and a family behind it, you usually hesitate to pull the trigger. If I knew, back then
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[x] “You're kind of a dick, you know? That's rhetorical, don't feel obliged to answer.”

You're the last person I want to hear that from. You're a manipulative and violent bastard that killed a man to marry his widow. You like pretending to be weak only to break people down, for no real reason than your selfishness. I wonder why we're friends. I wonder how we could become friends to begin with. And I also wonder why we're still friends.
I guess that things are so complicated and dangerous now that even I have to accept your help. No matter how crazy you are.

Anyway, that aside, we quickly returned to the village, carrying Ivan. Well, I said “quickly returned”. The real word I'm supposed to use is “we ran away Stalingrad-like”. Even Ivan called us out on that. The others couldn't understand what Stalingrad was, so they gave up and listened to us old geezers.
But then I made a really stupid mistake: I forgot about Anijû. I mean, Ivan got his arm torn off and was barely conscious, so we panicked and brought him back to the Village, and we forgot about her, and that's something that... that I'll...
I'm sorry, give me a few minutes.

I'm fine now. Sorry, I just... stuff. I won't talk about that now. Your PhD isn't in psychology anyway, so don't try to help, okay? I'm just here to tell you what happened, and after that you'll tell me your side of the story, and then we'll get this thing done. Nothing else, and don't try to psychoanalyze me or anything like that. I'm serious. I'll shoot you if you try, before you can even touch me.
Yeah, I know that if you can grab me I'm done for, but I have a better range than you, because I have a rifle. And you, what do you have? Nothing but your fists and your bar brawler experience. I highly doubt that you can avoid a bullet like you would avoid a punch.
So anyway, we quickly got back to the Village, with Ivan almost unconscious due to blood loss. So I quickly took a decision, like I used to do back in the army, blocking everything emotional in order to stay calm. Ba
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[x] “I bet you avoided her and returned to the village.”

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[X] Focus! Tell Suika to catch up to the speedy escapee, full speed.


Tch. You feel a bit bad about leaving the mansion without first making sure everyone's fine, but then you have a much more important objective to achieve. The revolution must continue, a little sacrifice can never be avoided, it's good thing this happens here, for they're sure to have better medical supplies they bought with their dirty money. You shake your head to clear your thoughts and focus ahead.

"Comrade, we must make haste and follow the star weaver. Fly, take to the skies, and tail the joyous laughter with brilliant speed! Haste!" You command, your voice hard as steel as your gaze lock onto the rapidly reducing form of the quick escapee.

"Eh?" Suika look at you strangel, before a grin surfaces as realisation hits. "Oh right! Hold on tight Alek!"

You grit your teeth together as the oni accelerates in an alarming rate and blasts off after the escaping blur, wind whipping across your face and constantly stinging your eyes. You fight against it, keeping your sight on the target, who is still quite far ahead. The blur does seem to be a bit larger though, so Suika is obviously making some good progress at catching up. Excellent.

The chase, you notice after awhile, brings you back to through the forest of magic. Briefly you find yourself passing through Alice's house, but another second later the house is out of your view. You chance a glance upwards, and with a little quick calculation determine that it's just past mid-day. It'll probably be a good idea to take a rest back at the shrine and have lunch after the chase ends.

Your thoughts are cut by a nose dive downwards, and moments later you find yourself zigzagging through tree branches and the like in god knows how fast you're going. You can't even control the swing of your body at this speed, and so you just hope you don't hit yourself too badly when the forest run is done. A sudden bump on the back of your head by a wayward branch incites a small yelp of surprise and a quick and quiet curse from you, and you decide to at least try
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Why must you crush my dreams so?

False Anon trolling himself lol.
So, a bot bumped this and got deleted, then?

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“I need you over here, now. This is urgent,” the doctor tells me, and from the somber look in his eyes, I know that he means every word. After seeing a number of patients in varying degrees of decline pass through your clinic daily, you don’t get worked up over every little cold.

No, if the doctor says this is urgent, it’s urgent. And as his assistant, there’s no way I can refuse his request. I set my parcels down at the threshold - I was just out running an errand in the village - and follow him down the narrow hallway.

The village clinic is eerily silent; at this time of day, most people are busy working in the fields or one of the many village shops. My every footstep echoes loud and clear on the wooden flooring. The only other sound to disturb the calm is the faint rustling of patients shifting on their beds as we pass by their rooms.

Eventually, we reach the innermost room of the clinic. The doctor shuts the sliding door behind him, dispelling the light of midday and leaving the place in twilight gloom.

A heap of quilts and blankets in a corner of the room quickly catches my eye. Something - make that someone - stirs beneath the layers of fabric. As I approach, I notice a tiny figure hidden under the covers, catch a glimpse of dark hair splayed out over a pillow. A human girl. (Which is about what I expected; we hardly ever get youkai patients.)

The girl squirms in her sleep, kicking off several of the blankets; her eyelids flutter briefly. This close, I can see her sunken cheeks, her wan, drawn complexion, the sticklike limbs protruding from her emaciated frame.

She thrashes under the covers again. A shrill, animal cry of pain escapes her. Without thinking, I suck my breath in sharply.

Whatever she’s dreaming about, it can’t be pleasant.
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What I'm afraid more is that if we're not going to get a bad end for this.

The consequence of this choice is really big, and it can shape the direction of this story.
people who want to delete their posts like reasonable people and not people who seem like they just came from gaia.

I think that's their goal: twisting the story into one about youkai killing and human supremacy.

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This will be my first Touhou Project story as well as my first CYOA, so please be gentle with me. At the very least I'm going to keep the spelling and grammar errors to a minimum. Constructive criticism welcome.


Your name is Arcus Kail and you are a warrior... well, in training. Over recent years several Clans have allied themselves together to better weather the constant attacks being waged on your peoples from other Clans. To further this alliance, a boarding school to promote relations between the the Allied Clans among the youth was opened in neutral territory.

You, along with several other youngsters from your clan, was hit by a surprise attack perpatrated by the Kurosawa Clan - those alligator-worshipping bastards.

Being hit with a dimensional weapon, you were automatically jetisoned from the trasport in an escape pod. You don't know anything about the status of your fellow Clansmen.

Blaring an alert, the escape pod's computer tells you that you're entering the atmosphere of a temperate, Earthlike world. Intial analsys says that as long as you practice good survival procedures that you can expect to have an relatively easy time until rescue comes along.

Of course, it's just saying that. From what little you know about Dimensional Weapons, few people ever 'survive' getting blasted through dimensional space and into who know's what universe. It's not like the exit vector is fixed and you're fairly certain that at least one or two of your Clansman has been blasted into an antimatter universe or something just as awful.

After burning through the top layers of atmosphere the escape pod deployed its primary brakes, making it resemble an egg with a flower ontop to an outside observer. Inside, it made Arcus feel like he was riding a pinwheel set to self-destruct.
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Okay, calling the votes here. And it looks like we got a nice little introspective of Arcus's family for the next update, with possible footnotes on the alliance and their enemies.

After that, you'll learn more about our hero's fate at the hands of the Touhous. Stay tuned...
Combination of work and play has me slowed down on the update this time around. We have a ten day long festival that's in full swing, and work has something to do with it, so don't expect the next update for a week or two.
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Sorry folks. The last few weeks have been absolute insanity. The family drama that's been going on here would make for great television, let me tell you. No, that's not an exaggeration in any form. Anyhow, now that most of the drama is behind me, I'll get back to work on Littlest Yojimbo ASAP.

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Yeah, I know. I've got a couple stories that already require attention, yet I decided to start on this. However, I've been wanting to do this for quite a while and have worked it out to where it shouldn't be the mess the first one is, and I hope that the changes to the formula will be accepted.

Also, even if it looks serious, it won't be overplayed. And even if I forget that, well, there's more to the story this time than the short incident ahead.


I'm rather terrible at introductions, so I'm not going to go into too much detail about myself. I will say that my name is Wade Trenton, I'm 18, white, and trying my hardest to make sense of things.

About... Three months ago I started to practice lucid dreams since my home life is pretty dull and I've been a bit frustrated lately. Oh sure, I have good friends to call on, a loving cat for a pet, and more than enough physical prowess to get to said friends and to visit plenty of places, but I can't impose on them to the degree required to live away from my folks. Hence, I still have to go home at night, and I still need to put up with those I don't get along with. And since my dreams are pretty random, not to mention that half the time I can't recall them, I decided to take up lucid dreaming as a hobby. At first it didn't work out so well since the techniques used require a lot of practice, which resulted in some hazy images that I had little control over. Mostly of a nighttime landscape and a strange blonde girl with wings, along with one with wings.

I couldn't interact with them, and despite my being interested in finding out more about them I found that once I ironed out the techniques I was unable to interact with them. When I 'woke up' in the lucid dream, I was always in front of a strange mansion with an impossibly large flower garden. The door to the mansion was locked, so the first time I decided to walk along the path that leads away from the building. I saw a blonde woman in a red dress and a sun hat sitting next to the open gate, but she was sleeping at the time. I tried to just will her awake since I thought
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I blame the previous story and sometimes a mere long sword isn't enough against Wade's fragments.
Because we are dealing with the metaphysical manifestation of the fragments of a broken mind (that can shoot lasers, bend earth, make constructs, use fire...). A mere longsword is not enough, and then the people started to think the most overkill way to deal with them.

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Chronograph, noun.

An instrument used to record time with great accuracy.


You watch the old man on his bed, wheezing his last words quietly,

“Time is a terrible thing, my apprentice. The threads of time are transient, tumultuous, terrifying. You should abandon this pointless endeavour before you lose what precious time you have left.”


As a human, your time in the world is limited. Enough to stay your course or to change your ways. And as a human, your time will come, if not today, perhaps tomorrow. Maybe even later.

Such is the fragility of human life.
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That's just it though, sure wanting to leave the vagrants at the main gate is one thing but throughout a larger portion of the village?
[X] Just wait for Reimu to get back.
Fighting against the tide here.

New thread.

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This side story functions as a really long prolouge of explainations of a character that is going into ACiG. ACiG will take on two PoV's once this is completed.

-----Prologue: Reflection-----

“It is not about the weapons or the tactics. It is about The People and their ideals and their morals that came together with weapons and tactics at the precise moment to produce a True Cause.”

This journey has been a long one. In this journey you have changed greatly. You, but a teenager finally turning 15 in the next week, have experienced many things that the average teenager won’t face. Things that the average teenager should never have to face. You have spent your life training for war. You have survived the war. You may be 70 years into the future, but your home country, China, has come out as a strong nation after the war. And you too, have come out as a strong and independent teenager after the war. Here in Gensokyo, after this long journey may you finally settle down and take a rest. But you feel uncomfortable. As if though something was telling you that you are missing something dire in your past, in the swirling midsts of time. You feel like you are forgetting something. What has gotten you here?

-----Chapter 1: Early Childhood-----

“Stand up!” your father shouts into the pre-dawn sky. Well, your foster father. You never truly knew your blood father, for he gave you up to the government to be put in a foster home with a lineage of martial artists or swordsmen. And that, you foster father was. Every morning, before the sun rose, he woke you up to train with the blade. And of course that is what you did. You would keep at him until you would land a hit on him. You’d get knocked down again and again, but you’d focus on what fundamentals went wrong, and improve them. That is what you father taught you. The fundamentals. And that when life knocks you down, when a stronger nation bullies China, to stand back up and keep at it until you make them pay in blood. He told you that he’d teach you the advanced techniques after you mastered the fundamentals. Unfortunately, you only got to master the fundamentals before you left for the
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Here is the update I took so long on.
Part I

“Geez,” you think to yourself as you pedal your bike toward the Forest of Magic. You’ve met with a friend you assumed was in a retirement home somewhere, aging away his last years of his life, only to find out that he was not just alive, but youthful as well. He too, had been displaced into the future like you. However, he had been displaced years after you had, and the result was he’s already a grown man in his twenties, while you are still in your mid teens. However, time and age cannot separate comrades, brothers, or Children of The Revolution.

You’ve found out quite a few, peculiar things about him. He seems to have only been in Gensokyo for a few days at this point, his first few days being spent knocked out. More importantly, however, is the fact that many women see the qualities in him that are Truly Inspiring. They are so inspired and attached to them, that some have developed... feelings for the man. However, this man, raised in the cauldron of war and the blood of his comrades, knows little about love. Communism speaks greatly about what political and economical changes it wishes to employ, but beyond equality and destruction of classes, it speaks little about person to person social structure.

Alek thus wasn’t even close to ready to deal with such a sudden surge of love towards him. You found this out when you spoke with Suika, who was truly captivated by Alek’s Inspiring Ideals and his Dream. But Alek had spent time with Shinki and Reimu all day today, completely oblivious to the longing of Suika, or more likely, completely overwhelmed by the whole situation. Thus, it was up to you to create time for Suika. You can only hope that she uses it wisely now. This is her time to shine through; to have a place in Alek’s heart.

Your destination is Alice’s House, up to the Hakurei Shrine, back to the school, and then to Miss Byakuren’s temple on your growing but still muscle-deprived limbs. The task didn’t seem hard at the time you came up with the plan, but you now see how far you overestimated your ability to do long journeys on a bike while still going at a fast pace to
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You’ve been pretty tense recently. High strung. Not calm and collected as you ought to be and usually are. So what if Yukari shows up on your way? So what if Yuyuko or Mima could screw over your plans? Being a paranoid fourteen year old who’s had twelve too many bottles of high-fructose corn syrup laden cola won’t help your plan. Revolution marches forth, into the unknown, torch and flag in hand.

Shinki lands at the top of the stairs that lead to the shrine, setting you down before flying back to Alice’s house. That was a fast flight, only 30 seconds or so. You look at the shrine. The Hakurei Shrine. Well, if you were Alek, you’d just walk into the grounds blazing with communism, but you don’t have that kind charisma. You’ll just walk in normally, but cautiously. A Communist needs to have caution; Stalin’s lack thereof and overconfidence led to the failed attempts at a counter offensive after the repulsion of Germans from Moscow. That in turn led to a bloody halt, which allowed the Germans to drive south to Stalingrad. You can’t afford such a colossal mistake.

No one’s here. Suspicious. Youmu definitely should be back here by now. The Princess is missing as well, and you don’t see a trail of missing vegetation. Then again, you’d only see that if the rumors of her being a hungry ghost are true. You need to cut back on the Aya Tabloids propaganda machine newspapers. As well as the random asides you tend to have in your head.

As you near the shrine, you hear sounds originating from within. You confirm that these are the voices of Yuyuko and her servant Youmu, along with the sound of sizzling food. This is further confirmed by the pleasant smell that emanates from the shrine. You also hear another, muffled voice that you can only assume is Mima. Perfect. They are a self serving distraction, so you shouldn’t have any proble–

The shrine doors slide open, and your pseudo sniper eyes, trained for distance shots with no magnification iron sights, instantly pick out Yuyuko, Youmu...and Yakumo.

Yakumo. She hasn’t noticed you yet, or at least she puts on that appearance. Every muscle in your body tenses up as adren
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“So Reimu convinced me that her love life is her business, and that I can’t dictate it, so I suppose you can tell Alek he’s got my approval. But geez, sharing a guy you like because you love him? I’m worried that Aleksandr might be abusive or manipulative...” Keine expresses her worries to you, and with good reason. Before the advent of Communism, Polygamy stood for oppression and inequality, standing against all of The Great Ideals. But here, love is not for social or economic status. It is not forced in any nature. It is solely voluntary, stemming from a true love that could only arise in the magical land of Gensokyo, free of most worries that The Outside faced.

“Don’t worry Miss Keine, he’s a kind hearted man. If he really just wanted to have sex with women, he wouldn’t have told them that he was conflicted in love. Nor would he, a Soviet with steel-hard sense of direction and views, be so lost as to ponder so much over his course of action. Only when something as magical as love is involved is a True Soviet like Alek lost. And he was conflicted, truly lost in the mountains of love that rose around him, and from the inner conflict within his own heart,” you respond, insisting that his uncharacteristic lack of direction can only stem from something revolutionary to him: love.

“But he is still the same strong Soviet he has been for the past five years or so of his life. When duty calls, when his friends or family are in danger, he will not think twice about using his body to take the blow, the point of a sword, or the bite of a bullet. He is lost in love, but he is not a lost soldier. He is ready to strike down the corruption and evil that stems from unwanted inequality. He is a Soviet Ace of the Skies, not a playboy of the heart. His life has been innocent, aside from a merely-rumored childhood love in Japan with a girl who has long since died. A girl that he had to avenge. Such an act only proves his undying loyalty to those that he loves,” you assert.

“You don’t hurt those he cares for, regardless of whether they’re in their teens or are as ancient as eternity itself. He himself is too afraid to hurt them, and thus, the Great Soviet Fam
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